Sherlock Fanfic: For a Good Cause (JWP 2015 #31)
Title: For a Good Cause
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Alternate Postings: AO3
Rating/Content: PG13, Bachelor auction
Warnings: none
Word Count: 290
Disclaimer: Not my world.
Notes: Written for watsons_woes July Writing Prompt #31: Putting on a Show. My last JWP for 2015, weeks too late, but I've now at least done something for every prompt and can start catching up on reading other people's entries and the rest of my f-list. \o/ My JWP Index.
Summary: John shot a nervous glance through the crack in the curtains, "Why me?"
For a Good Cause
John shot a nervous glance through the crack in the curtains, "Why me?"
"I have to watch the audience for our serial killer, and you fit the victim profile," said Sherlock, adjusting John's tie in a way that seemed to make it more rumpled.
John slapped Sherlock's hands away with a frown. "But the rest of the victims were short, meek, inoffensive blond men."
"Yes?" Sherlock gave John's tie a final tweak, knocking it askew slightly. "You're short and blond and most idiots who don't know you assume you are the rest if you let them. Can you slouch more than you usually do?"
"I- what?"
The production assistant glanced at John and pointed at the stage. "You're on."
"I don't slouch!"
Sherlock smiled and gave John an encouraging shove.
John didn't quite stumble as he took the stage. The Master of Ceremonies gestured expansively toward him. "And next up on the docket for the Charity Bachelor Auction is Doctor John Watson!"
From the shadowy figures beyond the stage lights came a wave of mostly feminine hooting and whistling. John couldn't see anyone's face, but the sound was palpable. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sherlock slip into the shadows to better see the crowd John couldn't see, so he could locate the serial killer.
John blinked in the stage lighting, feeling suddenly exposed as the auctioneer began extolling his virtues. One of the people sitting out there, right now, looking at me, wants to see me bleed.
The rest though, they might not mind seeing me for dinner and a movie. Majority wins.
Smiling, John raised his hand and ducked his head before strutting across the stage, exuding as much meek and inoffensive charm as he could summon.
-.-.-
(that's it)
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Alternate Postings: AO3
Rating/Content: PG13, Bachelor auction
Warnings: none
Word Count: 290
Disclaimer: Not my world.
Notes: Written for watsons_woes July Writing Prompt #31: Putting on a Show. My last JWP for 2015, weeks too late, but I've now at least done something for every prompt and can start catching up on reading other people's entries and the rest of my f-list. \o/ My JWP Index.
Summary: John shot a nervous glance through the crack in the curtains, "Why me?"
For a Good Cause
John shot a nervous glance through the crack in the curtains, "Why me?"
"I have to watch the audience for our serial killer, and you fit the victim profile," said Sherlock, adjusting John's tie in a way that seemed to make it more rumpled.
John slapped Sherlock's hands away with a frown. "But the rest of the victims were short, meek, inoffensive blond men."
"Yes?" Sherlock gave John's tie a final tweak, knocking it askew slightly. "You're short and blond and most idiots who don't know you assume you are the rest if you let them. Can you slouch more than you usually do?"
"I- what?"
The production assistant glanced at John and pointed at the stage. "You're on."
"I don't slouch!"
Sherlock smiled and gave John an encouraging shove.
John didn't quite stumble as he took the stage. The Master of Ceremonies gestured expansively toward him. "And next up on the docket for the Charity Bachelor Auction is Doctor John Watson!"
From the shadowy figures beyond the stage lights came a wave of mostly feminine hooting and whistling. John couldn't see anyone's face, but the sound was palpable. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sherlock slip into the shadows to better see the crowd John couldn't see, so he could locate the serial killer.
John blinked in the stage lighting, feeling suddenly exposed as the auctioneer began extolling his virtues. One of the people sitting out there, right now, looking at me, wants to see me bleed.
The rest though, they might not mind seeing me for dinner and a movie. Majority wins.
Smiling, John raised his hand and ducked his head before strutting across the stage, exuding as much meek and inoffensive charm as he could summon.
-.-.-
(that's it)